By the time Noah finally returned toward his home, the exhaustion building up was impossible to ignore.
The exhaustion didn't affect his body itself; he was still perfectly functional.
But by now, he didn't want to deal with any more matters if he could help it.
The constant overthinking was beginning to wear on him more than he realized. It felt as though his mind rarely ever stopped moving anymore.
Dummy ended up being the final thing that pushed his patience toward its limit tonight.
So much so that when Gwen came to ask him where she was supposed to sleep, he didn't bother to think about the answer.
"Follow me, Eve has enough space in her room." That was the entirety of his response.
Whether Gwen would convince the spoiled vampire to share her bed or she would sleep on the floor, none of that mattered to him right now.
"…What?" Gwen's reaction was fair to have, but Noah already continued walking past her before she could question him further.
